Ted Max

Having said that, it is now replying to its own posts. Bot. Admin??

Oh I can't be arsed.

I should have called this thread "Bot or Not?" I'm still thinking Bot.

I should have called this thread "Bot or not?" I'm saying bot. Has to be.

What is going off? Is it a bot?

I work about 40-50 hours a week without overtime Are you paid by the post, then?

A big boy got one in the mouth and it had shit inside it and he swallowed it and everything. One girl in year 10 got one in the ear and it had ice in it and it sliced her earlobe off. I heard Mrs Potter was sent out by the headteacher to sort things out but she got one in the face and just went mental and threw Luke Edwards in the pond and it wasn't even him that threw it.

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Oh I've had no doubts about you and Alice since Gran Canaria 1975. Though she tells me these days a cuddle and a chat is about all you're after. It's Carol I feel sorry for - such a sadness in her eyes. She should have stuck with that bookmaker from Orpington - I hear he's done well for himself.

Even to this day, when *Bob* is in the kitchen helping Alice top up the Cinzano and Sodas, Carol still tends to give my knee a little squeeze and refer to me as "the one that got away". It's all a little awkward, really.

I like to think I'm doing my bit for the community by having the heating on full and the windows open. Melts the snow outside a treat.

Nottingham local deals with the adverse weather (contains c word): http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/02/02/rail_websites/page3.html And that travel info situation in full: http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/02/02/rail_websites/

I also think boasting about your sexual conquests is a trifle de trop, but more power to you, I guess. Did you get a BP badge?

I'd go the extra yard and pay someone ?10 an hour to come round to sit in your flat and make sure your heating stays on.

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This is Louisa's fun. Don't be fooled. She's invited a horde of her neighbour's kids round to play in her garden, because hers is much bigger than theirs. For everyone's lunch she's got the free range chicken roasting in the oven for lunch, fresh made bread from Lucas Bakery and a rocket salad from Franklin's Farm Shop to go with it. Burgundy chilling nicely. She was only hitting Somerfield cos she fancied some cream at the last minute to make a nice tarragon sauce.

It's the department stores on the high streets of Bromley and Clapham I'm worried for.

Not so. It was one of the roster of blond British blokes with a top world ranking of 116, a career highlight of a Round 3 Wimbledon defeat on Court 2, a mistress in Hastings and an agent trying to get them onto next year's I'm a Celebrity. I care not which.

Who just said this on live TV: "If that was my son out there being asked to crouch at the net in 40 degree heat, I'd get out there and pull him off." ?

http://www.wordmagazine.co.uk/johnmartyn Article written by Rob Fitzpatrick, a local who blogs on landcrofthouse.blogspot.com. (And who may well post on the EDF for all I know.)

TMS will have to find someone else to be grumpily patronising to its newer commentators. Bill Frindall's away to the scorebox in the sky.

My grandpa wore suspenders, bless him. But he was a gentleman, and would never have considered a flounce. A gentle, gin-eased slide into a weekend of mild bemusement was more his thing. Think on, Brendan.

Would I ever? I was referring to E J Thribb (17?)), Private Eye's resident poetical obituarist.

Shit.

Not on here but on another site, I posted under my regular username but with a message in keeping with my 'alter-ego'. I tried to withdraw but it had been spotted by a couple of people. I tried to say that I had been taken over by the other fellow and I did not know what I was doing, didn't wash though. Actually it didn't cause much surprise either.